How could I be such a fool? I knew from the very first second I saw her that she was a virgin, that she was innocent, that she was like a lamb lost in a forest with wolves. I felt it in my gut.
Then why did I touch her? How could I let her in my bed without checking everything three hundred times?
I don't often sleep with club visitors. Usually, my one-night stands are women who work for the club or for my manager. Those are VIP hookers who never ask questions and do whatever I tell them because that's what they're paid for.
And when I sleep with the club clients, I already know who they are: models, actresses, housewives who want to have a night free from marriage duties, just like their husbands do. But who am I to judge them? I give them what they want if they want it—it’s a win-win.
But this girl, I already knew I was in trouble when I saw her. I felt it. That's why I wanted to throw her out of the bar so quickly. I knew from the very first second when I laid my eyes on her that she was different, in the right way. She's immature, inexperienced, like a blank page that hasn't been written on.
And I wanted to write something on that page. I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, roughly, torturing her, pleasing her for the whole night, and then tying her to my bed and torturing her again, until she begged me to stop.
Fuck, I still want her. My dick gets hard again, just from the thought of her. I'm lucky that I felt her virginity with my fingers before inserting my cock inside of her.
I can't believe I let it happen. I can't believe I wentthat farwith her. My emotions took over my mind, which never happens. I grew up in a society where you can't rely on your feelings, you have to think before you act, or you may get hurt… physically, mentally, and emotionally.
I came to the club tonight not to get laid, but to get drunk. I was sober for almost twenty years, but I wanted to change that today.
Because I just lost the only person I loved in this shitty life. The only person I cared about is now gone, and my heart is burning with grief in a way it never has before.
But the second I wanted to ask for a glass of whiskey to drink to the bottom, I sawher, and I couldn't pull my eyes away. When that asshole Kenny Stanton took her by the hand, I thought I was gonna kill him right then and there.
I think this nameless girl just saved me from getting drunk and returning to the life I lived once but would never want to go back to again.
I was sober for so many years because of the one person I respected and loved, but now they’re gone, and I don't know what to do.
I drink a full glass of lemon ice tea to the bottom, wincing at the taste. How can people drink this shit every day? It's so syrupy sweet, I can't stand it.
But I pour one more, pretending that it's a glass of whiskey in my hand, and I swear that for a moment, I even feel a little tipsy.
But that moment is gone, and I'm back to my thoughts again.
This girl is now on her way home with my driver. That means I have her address, and by the end of the night, my personal assistant Harry will give me everything they have on this girl.
I need to know who really hacked our security system; I still don't believe it could be her. Not because she's a woman, but because she's practically a child. It takes years of practice to get skills like that.
I try to convince myself that I'm doing this only because I worry about my company's security. I tell myself that I can't risk my clients' confidentiality.
Every jerk in this city wants to take the club away from me. I regularly receive threats and blackmail trying to make me sell the club, but I don't give in. I don't have a family, so I'm not afraid of threats, and there's nothing to blackmail me for. They will never prove anything because I do not break the law. It’s a hotel, after all; people pay money just to rent a suite. What they do in there is not my business.
Everyone wants my club because they know it's a gold mine. Money's pouring out of nowhere, and I practically do nothing for it. It's a legally illegal business, and that's the most interesting about it.
Yes, I need to know this girl's name for security reasons, just because I don't want to lose my club if the information leaks somehow to the press.
That's the only reason I need to know who she is.
And not because I want to see her again.
I don't.
Chapter Seven
Savannah
"Thank you again for taking care of me," I say with a smile, looking at Sky and taking a back seat in Zac's SUV.
"Don't be ridiculous. I did nothing!" She brushes me off, getting in the front seat. Her boyfriend slash stepbrother Zac is going to drive us to school.
Sky really did a lot for me. She let me stay at her guest house and gave me her backup uniform to go to school today. And yesterday, she practically saved my life.